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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=421157" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Eighteenth Sunday After Trinity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is so--ope thine eyes, and see -<br> What viewest thou all around?<br>A desert, where iniquity<br> And knowledge both abound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the waste howling wilderness<br> The Church is wandering still,<br>Because we would not onward press<br> When close to Sion's hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back to the world we faithless turned,<br> And far along the wild,<br>With labour lost and sorrow earned,<br> Our steps have been beguiled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet full before us, all the while,<br> The shadowing pillar stays,<br>The living waters brightly smile,<br> The eternal turrets blaze,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet Heaven is raining angels' bread<br> To be our daily food,<br>And fresh, as when it first was shed,<br> Springs forth the SAVIOUR'S blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From every region, race, and speech,<br> Believing myriads throng,<br>Till, far as sin and sorrow reach,<br> Thy grace is spread along;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till sweetest nature, brightest art,<br> Their votive incense bring,<br>And every voice and every heart<br> Own Thee their God and King.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All own; but few, alas! will love;<br> Too like the recreant band<br>That with Thy patient spirit strove<br> Upon the Red-sea strand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Father of long-suffering grace,<br> Thou who hast sworn to stay<br>Pleading with sinners face to face<br> Through all their devious way:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How shall we speak to Thee, O LORD,<br> Or how in silence lie?<br>Look on us, and we are abhorred,<br> Turn from us, and we die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy guardian fire, Thy guiding cloud,<br> Still let them gild our wall,<br>Nor be our foes and Thine allowed<br> To see us faint and fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Too oft, within this camp of Thine,<br> Rebellions murmurs rise;<br>Sin cannot bear to see Thee shine<br> So awful to her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fain would our lawless hearts escape,<br> And with the heathen be,<br>To worship every monstrous shape<br> In fancied darkness free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vain thought, that shall not be at all!<br> Refuse we or obey,<br>Our ears have heard the Almighty's call,<br> We cannot be as they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We cannot hope the heathen's doom<br> To whom GOD'S Son is given,<br>Whose eyes have seen beyond the tomb,<br> Who have the key of Heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Weak tremblers on the edge of woe,<br> Yet shrinking from true bliss,<br>Our rest must be &quot;no rest below,&quot;<br> And let our prayer be this:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;LORD, wave again Thy chastening rod,<br> Till every idol throne<br>Crumble to dust, and Thou, O GOD,<br> Reign in our hearts alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Bring all our wandering fancies home,<br> For Thou hast every spell,<br>And 'mid the heathen where they roam,<br> Thou knowest, LORD, too well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Thou know'st our service sad and hard,<br> Thou know'st us fond and frail;<br>Win us to be loved and spared<br> When all the world shall fail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;So when at last our weary days<br> Are well-nigh wasted here,<br>And we can trace Thy wondrous ways<br> In distance calm and clear,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;When in Thy love and Israel's sin<br> We read our story true,<br>We may not, all too late, begin<br> To wish our hopes were new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Long loved, long tried, long spared as they,<br> Unlike in this alone,<br>That, by Thy grace, our hearts shall stay<br> For evermore Thine own.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keble">John Keble</a><div class=q>
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 What viewest thou all around?
A desert, where iniquity
 And knowledge both abound.

In the waste howling wilderness
 The Church is wandering still,
Because we would not onward press
 When close to Sion's hill.
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